Granted, there’s a time and a place to discuss everything, and of course….this is THE place.
Not to be judgemental…ok, I’ll wait for the laughter to die down… but there are some questions one does not ask.
“Mr. President, the world wants to know, boxers or briefs?” , comes to mind.
Ok, he’s the President, and I’m not sure “the world” wants to know.
I’m positive I don’t.
This could be a tight subject, but it’s gotta’ be talked about.
It is a raging battle out there in fashion land.
Boxers or briefs?
When I was a kid, we had one choice, “tighty whities”. That was it. Things are different now.
First of all, the saggers of the world make it abundantly clear that they wear boxers, and frankly…I just don’t want to see it. But according to the laundry I do when the boy is home from college…it’s a boxer world out there.
A man’s right to choose is a serious one. Frankly, no one, and I mean NO ONE, not man, not woman, not even Chas Bono, should have a visible pantyline!
Grown ups may have worn boxers, but underwear wasn’t the primo topic de jour (several languages used in one sentence…I feel so global!!) when I was a kid. You only really knew if you helped with the laudry.
Now, things are …different.
There is a plethora of Kohl’s ads and Macy’s flyers, and Undergear is available on line and by mail order. Sears Catalog is no longer the only place to see underwear. And Tighty Whities are not longer the only choice.
There are thongs.
NO! What sicko came up with this torture device?
Again, NO! I’m not at South Beach, and most of us couldn’t pull it off, KWIM?
Low Rise Briefs.
Maybe, if you have abs of steel and buns of titanium.
Briefs, aka Tighty Whities.
Ah, NO. (VPL)
Again, NO. (No control!)
Which brings us to “boxer briefs”. High rise comfort, and chafing intervention!
Now you know!
Maybe too much!
(Gosh, I’m just exhausted from that many costume changes!)
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